Crossing the Line

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"You know you want to," Angela said. The call suddenly fell silent, as if it was purposefully muted somehow. "Hello?" The brunette uttered, but was cut off by Kate's request. Angela boiled with anger. How could the blonde ask her to behave like a normal human being? She was the one who was crazy. There wasn't much the brunette could do other than keep her mouth shut, if she wanted this to happen. She sighed when she heard Kate's other request—lingerie and a coat? Angela assumed that it was supposed to somehow humiliate her, but it sounded kind of sexy. Perhaps there was a bit more depth and class to Kate than she normally let on. "Um, okay." Angela said, but the call had already ended.

The doors to Angela's wardrobe slid open with a violent thrust. "Lingerie," Angela sighed. She pondered for a moment about a set she had acquired not too long ago. It was a bra and thong accompanied by a garter belt and stockings. It was black with a slightly transparent mesh. There was even a tiny, pink ribbon between the cups of the bra, as well as on the front of the garter belt. "Fuck this," Angela thought. She wasn't about to go outside and travel all the way to Kate's in only this and a coat. But in that moment, the memory of the experience with the girl earlier this morning instantly changed Angela's mind. "Never mind," Angela said.

Later, Angela was finally ready to head out. She had even spruced herself with cosmetics—red lips and dusky eyes. Her hair was tucked backwards in a tight ponytail. Angela had called a taxi for this little adventure. She definitely wasn't going to ask her parents to drive her, nor was she about to ride the bus with a bunch of strangers. A taxi was her best bet for some privacy. Luckily, the driver didn't seem to care much about her appearance. Sure, she had elegant makeup painted on her face, but the coat didn't reveal much of interest. Angela spoke the address she had received by text and off they went. The ride took about ten or fifteen minutes. When they finally arrived, Angela paid the man what was owed in addition to a small tip.

Angela was rather nervous at this point. She felt vulnerable. That was probably what Kate wanted her to feel. The brunette told herself that being dismissed at the blonde's doorstep was most likely the plan all along, but whatever. She was intent on at least giving this erotic adventure a shot. Angela trotted forward to the front door, in her six inch pumps, and hit the doorbell. She was rather confused as to what she was supposed to be doing when Kate answered the door. Was she supposed to stand in some sexy pose? No, they only did that in the movies. 'Eh, whatever,' she thought. What if someone else answered the door? 'Okay, don't think about that,' she told herself. 'Just chill, Angela.'

 

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[BCOLOR=#2e2c2c]Kate had retreated to her own room on the second floor after the call, where she could keep an eye on the street outside of their house. If it had been anyone else than Angela, she wouldn't have bothered looking for them every now and again while watching TV. They wouldn't have showed up at all, but the woman seemed desperate and kind of creepily attached to her already. Maybe she should be worried about what she was getting herself into if she kept up whatever this was with her opponent. She wouldn't hold anything past the crazy bitch, and plenty of others had gotten in trouble for messing around with fire before her. She didn't know anything about Angela's past relationships though. There was a chance the girl was simply inexperienced or very horny.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=#2e2c2c]However, Kate had had an idea to protect herself from any accusations or lies from Angela in the future. She'd borrowed her family's video recorder, and hid it in her bookshelf after making sure it was pointed at the bed. Sure, there probably wouldn't be any way for her to avoid getting caught on camera herself, but she'd have solid evidence against any of Angela's lies. She hoped she could avoid showing others a sex tape she would be on, then again she wondered how Angela would react to blackmail. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=#2e2c2c]When Kate did spot a taxi pulling up to their house, she was a bit disappointed in Angela because she had taken a taxi when it would have been more degrading to travel by public transportation. She could have walked too. Kate considered ignoring the door, but couldn't when she wasn't home alone. Whoever opened the door would be suspicious towards the stranger, and then Angela would ask for her by name. She would be forced to explain everything, so rather than doing that Kate hurried downstairs and shouted that she would get the door. Her parents were confused as they hadn't heard anyone at the door, and Kate realized she hadn't heard the doorbell until it rang shortly after she'd told them she'd get the door. Great, now she would seem too eager, and they may pay more attention to her guest because of it.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=#2e2c2c]Kate opened the door, and found Angela standing there. She thought she was attractive normally, but she managed to look better with makeup and her hair in a ponytail. After making sure that no one was behind her, Kate gestured for Angela to open up the coat and show her the goods. It almost made her forget her qualms about the situation. She doubted she'd have as good a chance as this again to catch Angela on tape too. Kate grabbed her hand, and pulled her with her inside of the house up to her room. The rooms were soundproofed so everyone could have their own space to a certain extent, and if she closed the door it shouldn't be too obvious what they were doing, not because of any sounds they made anyway.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=#2e2c2c]Kate lead Angela to the bed for her to sit down, but stepped back and seated herself in a nearby chair that shouldn't be in the view of the recorder.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=#2e2c2c]"Why did you come here, Angela? Did you not get enough for one day in the locker room?" Kate asked, curious, but also so she'd have it on tape. She took off her own shirt to reveal a black bra. "How about you sit there and tease me, if you really want this." [/BCOLOR]

 

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"As unbelievable as it may sound, there's actually something that I like about you," Angela said. She began to slowly remove her coat until her bare skin felt the air of the room. Between the front door and there, she obviously had to cover herself lest someone would see her. The brunette leaned backwards on the bed, supporting herself on one of her elbows. The fingers of her other arm and hand trailed up and down her stomach, across and over her breasts, and down towards her thighs.

"Don't get any ideas, but there's nothing wrong in just using each other's bodies. That's what this is, nothing more," she said. Angela's knees reached for the ceiling, resting her ankles against the edge of the bed. Her legs were spread wide and her fingers trailed further down beyond her waist. Her body had become warm and soft at this point, cheeks slightly flushed. She pulled her panties to the side to reveal her 'rose', which she began to gently rub while keeping eye contact with Kate.

"I know you want this, Kate. You're the one who started it." Angela said. Her fingers continued to trail up and down her body. Her voice became ever so lighter and transparent. Kate's distinct scent lingered in the room. Angela took deep breaths through her nose to feel the other woman. The only thing that was missing was the touch of her skin, the touch of her breasts pressed against Angela's, and the feeling of her firm grip.

"So, for now, we're not Kate and Angela from the track, whom hate each other, but just Kate and Angela." The brunette said. Angela's index finger gestured for Kate to come join her in bed.

 

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[BCOLOR=#000000]Kate didn't believe that there was anything that Angela actually liked about her, so she was correct when she said it sounded unbelievable. It wasn't like Kate liked anything about Angela either. Maybe she could have said that it was nice to have a worthy opponent, but that implied that Angela was worthy. She was a bad winner and a sore loser, unbefitting traits of a worthy opponent. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=#000000]She understood what she'd meant after Angela went on to point out how there was nothing wrong with fucking for the sake of fucking. Angela liked her cock, and that was all this was? Were there no one else she could fuck? It'd made sense that with a personality like hers it could be difficult to find someone.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=#000000]She watched her lie down on her bed and touch herself. Kate was turned on by the action, and felt her cock react in her pants. She didn't want to rush things though, as Angela would surely hold it against her if she approached her before she had an erection. This partner made her a bit uncomfortable about her own body. Her cock grew considerably when Angela revealed her cunt though, and began to rub it in front of her; She stopped herself from jumping on the other woman in that moment. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=#000000]There was the camera to keep in mind, or rather she should try to forget about it. Angela had surely said everything Kate needed her to say before they had even started. She could edit the video afterwards, and keep what the woman had said while leaving everything else out. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=#000000]"I started it?" Kate questioned, feeling the need to argue that she hadn't, but then they'd get nowhere. Angela clearly wouldn't leave before getting what she wanted, although she may revert to her toxic and hostile personality at any second. "Nevermind, it doesn't matter." [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=#000000]Angela didn't need to ask twice for Kate to come join her. She moved over to the bed, still wearing her pants and bra, forcing Angela down under herself. Her hands ran up and down Angela's body, touching everything she could, as she stared into her eyes. At first she'd wanted to kiss her, been certain that was what she'd been about to do, but then she hesitated. Should she do it? Was that crossing the line between sex and intimacy too much? Her cock was fully erect, pressing at the fabric of her pants against Angela's body. [/BCOLOR]

 

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Having Kate's body close once again was delightful. The whole day that had passed between their meetings suddenly felt like an eternity. Angela was amply drunk on the blonde's scent, warmth, and exquisite body, but managed to notice a rather nuanced movement. It didn't happen, it wasn't even about to, but the intention was there for a second. Kate had kept eye contact with Angela for just about too long without doing it. But why didn't she? Angela had a brief moment of hesitation herself. Her otherwise deep breathing suddenly stopped, holding it back for what she thought was going to happen, but didn't. She exhaled.

Angela reached to undo Kate's pants. Her massive cock was a pulsating and hard as ever. Angela began to massage the tip of it, her hand being instantly slathered in its juices. Kate's delicate touching of Angela's body drove the brunette even further into a state of ecstasy. This moment was different from earlier this morning in almost every possible way. Angela thought less about whom it was she was with and more about what the person was doing instead. She could barely recognize Kate—the woman she hated—in whomever it was that hovered above her body.

What happened next was a bit of a mystery. Angela didn't know how or why, but it felt right. She had stopped letting her thoughts or feelings dictate her, but allowed her instincts to take control. Angela had widened the spread of her legs and led Kate's cock to her cunt; rubbing the tip of the cock against her most sensitive parts before allowing the blonde to penetrate her. In that very moment, Angela wrapped her other arm around Kate's neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Her eyes were closed. The feeling of Kate's breasts against hers, her cock inside of her, and their tongues meeting led the brunette to a whole new dimension and distant dreams.

Angela had no idea how Kate would react to it all. But whatever would happen, that brief moment was worth it.

 

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[BCOLOR=#000000]Kate thought Angela may have picked up on her hesitation, the action that she had prevented herself from pursuing, but it didn't stop Angela from unzipping her pants. She pushed herself against the woman eagerly when she massaged her cock for the second time that day. It was much like the first time for her, except that now it felt even more like a bad idea and less like a new fascinating experience. The camera didn't help one bit, nor did the fact that they had been even more at each other's throats after the first time. She enjoyed touching Angela, but a certain hesitation began to creep into that too. Was this really what she should be doing?[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=#000000]When she entered Angela, she felt it would be best to let her body do what it wanted to do and consider the consequences way after they had happened. It wasn't like her brain was working at its best in the current situation no matter how she looked at it. She penetrated Angela with a thrust once the brunette had lead her to her cunt. The kiss took her by surprise though, and rather than accepting it as a part of the moment it disturbed her for a few reasons. Firstly, she didn't want to be intimate with anyone on camera. Secondly, she still very much hated Angela despite what the woman had said about forgetting that stuff. It wasn't that easy for her. Thirdly, had Angela washed her mouth since that morning? Her mouth was fool enough due to some of the things she said, but that wasn't as bad as giving someone a blowjob.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=#000000]Kate remained motionless while Angela kissed her with her eyes closed, uncertain of what to do and how to react. She considered it right there and then, but she doubted Angela would leave her alone if she did. Her body was eager to continue, so she touched Angela's breasts and began to move slowly in and out of the woman, trying to ignore her own thoughts. She should enjoy moments like these when they presented themselves, right? Damn the consequences. [/BCOLOR]

 

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It was a strange night. Angela had not thought about it for a few days. Her mother had made a few remarks about how the brunette had been distracted by something, but there was no way that she could know. At school, however, Angela had started to feel the effects of something. It wasn't yet in concrete form, but rumors. The girls that had been in the shower with Angela that day, in the morning, had started to speculate about what had happened there before they arrived. Obviously, they had not spoken with Angela herself about it. She had to learn it from some random student. It was sometime after lunch that Angela managed to catch one of the girls that had been in the shower after the training that day—one of her teammates.

"Sarah, do you have a minute?" Angela said.
"Sure…"
Angela grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her aside in the empty corridor.
"Just what the Hell are you doing?" The brunette hissed.
"What's your problem?"
"Why have I heard that something happened between me and Kate in the locker room from some random person?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't act like you don't know."
"Angela, I don't know. What did they say happened?"
"Just forget it."
"Angela, wait."

It was too late. The brunette was already gone. It was obvious that Sarah was lying. She was even a bigger bitch than Kate, or even Angela herself. The only difference was that she operated purely from the shadows through rumors and acting innocent. Things had gotten progressively worse on the track as well. Kate kept winning by more than she usually did. Angela was out of focus. Perhaps all of it was a mistake. The regionals were approaching with gigantic steps, but the brunette was nowhere near ready for it.

Angela decided to stay for a while after classes. She hoped to do some training at the tracks by herself. It usually worked on a Friday afternoon, but there was someone doing long jumps. She didn't know who it was, so she ignored it. After a bit of warm up, Angela did a few laps around the tracks to loosen up. It was refreshing to do some proper running in contrast to sprints. The idea was just to clear her head and figure out what to do with the Kate situation and the regionals, and what it would all eventually lead to. At least she was home alone this weekend. Her parents were going to spend a few romantic nights together in New Orleans.

The brunette ran a full set. As she suspected, she did a whole lot better by herself than when everyone else were lined up beside her… typical.